Barnyard Flash TFs!
A Wrenzephyr2 and LexamZonkey -centric TF

 

Sam Sheep

Sam stepped into the sheep enclosure, her heart pounding and her lips dry. She couldn’t say why she was so aroused, but she knew that she craved, that she needed one thing and one thing alone: a ram ramming her pert butt.

The girl stripped with a slow smile, wiggling her pale ass towards the animals in hopes that one of them might happen to find her fancy. Unfortunately, none of them happened to be even the slightest bit interested in the woman. Her plump lips pursed into a pout, and she tapped her chin.

Then inspiration struck her, and she fell to her hands and knees. “Baa-aaah…” She began, wiggling her butt. When no response came from the nearest male, she decided to take matters into her own hands… And her own mouth.

The redhead popped her lips around the flared head of the ram, grinning as he bleated. She could feel the sound he made reverberate through his cock like it was a tuning fork, and her pussy clenched with arousal. Then she began to dip her head up and down his length, groaning and moaning. Her voice took on a stammering lilt, and she found herself bleating in earnest.

“Aaa-aaabaa-aah!” Sam moaned, curling her hands and thumping them against the ground. She could feel them begin to coalesce into hooves, a cramping settling along her digits and fusing them together. Her heart pounded in her chest, faster and faster as it changed from a human heart to a sheep’s.

She squeeze her eyes shut, and when they opened they were little more than the dull orbs of an ovine. The girl stammered out another bleat, her face stretching as she started to lap feverishly at her mate’s cock and balls, stiffening him and shuddering with contentment as she watched him grow aroused from her touch. This was her purpose in life, it was why she was born!

The redhead spun on the spot, her ears perking up and twitching slightly with giddiness. She’d done some good work today, and was about to receive her reward. Her nose darkened on her snout, and a distinctive cleft settled between her upper lip and its spongy surface. Then she felt him on her back, probing his cock against her swollen entrance.

She needed this more than anything she’d ever needed in her life, and her nipple stiffened. Then they tugged between her legs, taking her breasts with them and transforming her mammaries into udders. It was a uniquely pleasurable sensation that left her drooling with wanton lust, lapsing into a blissful reverie that could only be relieved by the pleasure of a mate.

And the ram was of a similar mind. He stammered out a bleat as he thrust deep within her, his cock causing a thick coat of red wool to blossom from her pores. Every pound of his hips lengthened the wool by a centimeter, until it was thick enough to sway with every pound of his hips. Sam was so far gone that her humanity wasn’t even a memory, much less a consideration.

Her name slipped from her mind as pleasure overwhelmed her, and the sheep sank down onto her arms and legs, letting them reform into the shorter limbs of a sheep. Then she squeezed her eyes shut, breathing in deeply and letting every exhalation escape her lips in the form of a lusty bleat. “Haaa… Baa-aah! Haah… Baahaaahaaa-aaaah!! Haaaaaaahhhh! BAAAHA-AH-AH-AHHHH!”

 

Ebonii Border Collie

“I want… Dog cock…” Ebonii drooled stupidly, the woman having fallen victim to the city’s recent hypnotist crime spree. The dark-skinned woman sashayed her hips, looking to the hapless collie before her. He’d been a rather cute one until seconds ago, some self-stylized artist. Now he was even cuter, a long-furred animal with a throbbing, aching prick.

“And you’re just the one to please me.” Ebonii grinned, falling to her plump bottom and spreading her legs. The dog approached her eagerly and she tapped his nose with a tut, shaking her head. “Not yet, little one. First… You need to warm me up.”

The dog didn’t understand her words, but he understood the control of her magic. His brown-and-white coat swayed as he approached, then he shoved his face between her legs. Ebonii knew that the prospect of breeding with an animal should be revolting to her, but… Well, he was kind of cute as a boy.

Her lust-based magics began to turn upon her as she succumbed to the dog’s pleasurable tongue. Ebonii squirmed, her ample bosom jiggling as fur itched its way from between her breasts. She could feel her ears lengthening on either side of her head, and her fingers didn’t feel right either… But that didn’t matter. “Awrrll thaarrt marrterrrs rrrss…”

Ebonii blinked as she realized how slurred her speech was, then she yelped as she felt her tongue begin to expand. She tried to keep it between her dark lips, but couldn’t help but let the long muscle loll out. It flopped down to her collar as she stared in shock at her changed hands, now little more than the paws of a dog. Then she realized that the animal was still eating her out, still changing her. “NOWWRR!” She howled, only to groan as he hit a sensitive spot.

Against her will, her leg began to kick. But that wasn’t enough to express her pleasure. No, Ebonii needed more. She needed a tail. Her amulet glowed as her power flowed through her own body, letting a long and shaggy tail slink its way from her spine. It began to sweep from side to side against the ground, and the girl let out a canine whimper of ecstasy. “Yettth….” She slurred around her tongue.

Ebonii kicked the dog away, her hat falling from a skull no longer fit for headwear. Black and white fur covered her face as she turned for him, wagging her tail to fan the scent of her dripping sex towards his nostrils. It proved enough stimulation for her canine companion, who leapt upon her back and began to pound her in earnest.

She’d seen dogs mate before, and had wondered how they could find such a quick rut pleasurable. Now she knew, as ecstasy drove every thought from her mind, stripping the woman of her confidence and intelligence alike and reducing her to a subservient nitwit. She was a breeder bitch after all, and that was her lot in life.

The dog that had once been Ebonii howled as she reached her first climax of the hour, an earthshaking orgasm that forever sealed away her mind. Her clothes hung loosely from her fluffy canine body as she clenched her folds around her mate’s knot, begging him to cum inside her, to impregnate her, and to leave her with a belly full of pups.

 

Wrenni Hen

Wrenni fell against her bed, groaning and pulling her shorts down to her ankles. She sent a distressed look to her spread legs, lifting her gaze from her crotch to her bedside mirror. It gave her a perfect view of her creamy thighs, her shaved sex, and the glistening oval that was slowly slipping from her womb.

“I didn’t put that up there…” She muttered, which was the only thing that seemed appropriate to say in the current situation. A second later she blushed, her brain to mouth filter finally catching up with her words. She parted her lips to try and say something intelligent that could offset the stupid she’d just unleashed, but instead of words a loud “BuhGWAK!” erupted from her mouth.

“Wait… Did I jUGAWK! BUCK BUGAWK!” With every cry her nose and mouth began to extend outwards from her face, a distinctive discoloration creeping across them. She looked to the mirror and gasped in shock as she noticed her cute face growing a beak. Her fingers pressed against it, then she had to snatch them back, the strange sensation in her pussy overriding all thought.

She pressed her palms against the bed, ignoring the twisting sensation in her hands in favor of the aching in her sex. Slowly, she was forcing the large egg from her pussy. It dilated her tight canal, and Wrenni whimper-clucked in distress. “NoGWAKmore!”

Then the pressure relieved itself, the widest part of the egg slipping past her lips. The rest of the egg simply slid from her, assisted by the natural lubrication of her folds. Then it thumped onto her bed, and for a moment the only sounds in the room were the quiet ‘pock-pock-pocks’ from Wrenni’s lips.

The brunette looked down to the egg, then up to the mirror with a loud whimper. Her arms were clad in feathers, soft and lush brown things that felt like they swayed with every motion of her body. Heart pounding in her chest, she lifted her wings before her face, only to hug them to her belly as it gurgled again.

“NOBUGAWK! UGHHWAKGAWK!” She screamed in denial, rolling to her knees and spreading her legs, feeling more and more eggs bulging within her. Her eyes squeezed shut as she began to lay a full clutch one after another after another.

Every egg that passed only seemed to grow larger, and her shirt felt like it was billowing around her body. It made the process of egg-laying even more arduous than it had been the first time, and she squawked and sobbed in distress. “SomGWAK! HelBAWK me!” She wept openly, feeling a pressure all over herself.

It was too much, and she started to kick her legs at the bed in distress, feeling her feet punch through the soft lining of her sheets. It should have been a sign to the girl, but she was still blissfully unaware as to the horrid fate that had befallen her. Worse, every egg was making it harder and harder to think

A cloud settled over her mind by the fifth egg. Wrenni noticed it by the eighth. By the ninth, she was concerned, but could do nothing about it. By the tenth, the girl had forgotten what was bothering her. By the eleventh, she’d forgotten she was a girl.

And with the twelfth egg… The hen opened her eyes, finding herself in an oversized room surrounded by eggs of different sizes. Had there been any intelligence left in the hen’s tiny head, she’d have noticed that the eggs had gotten smaller as she’d shrank. But there wasn’t anything left of Wrenni, and the new hen busied herself trying to warm her new brood.

 

Circine Donkey

The pink-haired witch had no idea what was happening to her aside for the fact that she now sported a thick, dark, donkey cunt. It was a hell of a birthday present from her aunt, and one that promised to make itself worse should she choose to sate it.

Naturally, she needed to do so. There was some combination of lust’s yearning and a last fleeting disobedience that stimulated her in ways she’d never known before. It drove the girl to wear her blue-and-white school outfit and wiggle her ass in front of the nearest stallion.

“Privileges of being on a farm here include…” Circine began, watching him approach. She licked her lips, keenly aware of how wet her nethers were. “All-access pass to the biggest boys around.” The girl leaned forward on the ghost mare, bracing herself for him. She’d had to ‘milk’ him as part of her day-to-day job, and it was about damned time he returned the favor.

Her eyebrows shot to her hairline as the animal fell upon her. She barely had time to grow accustomed to the weight on her back before she felt his titanic cock spear into her, stretching her and plowing her clenched folds. Her ears shot up as well, propelled to new heights by the transformative curse. Gray fur raced along them and they swayed in time with the stallion’s thrusting, leaving her breathlessly aching for more.

Her belly swelled outwards as she rocked back against him, and she could feel her hair pulling back towards her neck. She didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was the stallion’s hard cock and her aching, needy cunny. Circine gushed onto his length, her pussy wetter than she’d thought possible.

The pink-haired girl’s tongue swelled in her mouth as she began to raggedly pant, her long gray ears bobbing in time with her head. “Ahh… Haaah… Awwhhh… Heeee… Hawww… HHEEeee… HAAAWW! EEEAAUUUW!” As the girl let out her first bray, her teeth tripled in size. It gave her a rather goofy appearance, though it was one that she didn’t mind.

She didn’t even have much of a mind anymore, come to think of it. Circine wasn’t one for attending classes, but there was still a marked difference from an average student and a mindless beast. It was a difference that was becoming more and more apparent as her IQ plummeted, an invisible anchor attached to her intelligence.

Drool dripped from her lips as her eyes glazed, and she found herself kicking the ghost mare out of the way so she could better rest on all fours. A dim part of her donkey mind realized that this mate wasn’t right for her, that her body was a step below his. This part soon realized it didn’t care, because his cock felt too yummy inside her donkey pussy.

“HAAWEEEAAWW!” Circine brayed, tossing her mane as her neck creaked out. It grew an inch at a time as she swayed her head from side to side, almost in time with the growth of her new snout. Her nostrils flared as they spread, and her lips chapped. Soon she sported a proper asinine neck and a dopey donkey face.

It was a good look on her, though she found thoughts of her appearance fading more and more. All she wanted now was to fuck and fuck and fuck, and let all her inhibitions run wild. The donkey brayed beneath her massive mate, scuffing her new hooves on the ground and chuffing her lips.

 

Donna Mallard

Donna was a duck. A mallard, to be precise. The former blonde would like to think that it was some attempt to learn new levels of depravity, and experiment with a male’s unique phallus. But she knew that she was left like this for losing in a duel.

Really, such a thing was inconceivable. She was the current iteration of Circe, and thus should have been unstoppable. Unfortunately, she’d never truly faced another transformative deity before. That had left her sloppy, which she’d need to remedy… After she was human again.

“Waark.” She squawked miserably, flapping her large feet against the ground. A glare settled along her brow, and she craned her long neck down to her orange feet. They contrasted well with her greenish head, even if her changed eyes could barely make out the color. She parted her bill with distaste, dreaming of the day that it would be a pair of lips once more, able to curse out the witch who’d left her like this.

She was so preoccupied with thoughts of vengeance that she hadn’t even noticed the male approach, and that was her downfall. The woman’s first alert to his presence was him entering her, and by then it was much too late for the feathered witch. Her eyes widened and she looked back to him, beating her wings. “WAARK!”

Unfortunately the average mallard cared little for consent, and this mallard was no exception. He simply jabbed at her neck with his bill to shut her up before continuing to rut her. His corkscrewed cock catapulted within her in a fraction of a second, bruising her depths with the force.

Much to her distress, she actually liked it. It was a pleasurable sensation that made Donna weak in her knobbled knees, and she beat her wings to keep her balance. “Hghweerk?” She squawked in confusion, a familiar cloud settling across her thoughts. It was the cloud of lust, a passion flooding her mind and overriding all rational thought.

The male pulled from her only to launch his cock into her snatch again, and this time Donna realized it felt a little different. She was rapidly learning that her new mallard vagina had numerous pockets and spirals, only one tunnel leading to her womb. Each of his corkscrewed thrusts carried him into a different one, and each pocket held its own unique pleasures for Donna.

She could feel her mind slipping away, but it was admittedly fascinating. Perhaps it was for this reason that she drove herself against her mate’s feathered back. Or maybe she had lost enough of herself not to care. Regardless of the reason, the effect was the same: Donna was losing herself to the life of a mallard.

Her thick walls ached as she felt his cock screw into her pussy, everting explosively within her vagina. Every sensation was so unique, so pleasurable that she couldn’t possibly resist. Her eyes glazed as the male hit its mark, and as he came within her, her mind emptied.